Guess

Guess

Tears and corpses, the smell of death
Such fumes must I inhale with every breath
For on this perch forever will I sit
Unable to move the smallest, slightest bit

If carved from stone they think I cannot feel
Inside me, feelings are like jars that I cannot unseal
Oh, fate, cruel mistress, why must I live?
Oh, if I could this nasty gift I’d quickly shiv

A graveyard down below, all pain and tears
Oh, I have suffered this for years…
No joy, no glee, no love I see
Only fresh death and brooding misery

Oh, if my wings of stone would work
No longer would I on this rooftop lurk
I’d fly away, I’d touch the sky
And bid this grim ash-ridden lot goodbye

Alas, dreams still dreams remain
No hope, no quarter can I gain
Resign myself I must to such existence
For who would offer me assistance?

If who am I you’ve not yet guessed
Than lift your head above at my behest
There, on perch up high you’d spot
A gargoyle, covered in old moss and rot.